Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing X-Ray Spex to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mission of Burma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Halsall,
Dead Boys,
Agent Orange,
Niagra,
Magma,
Gang Starr,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
La Düsseldorf,
Mantronix,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cameo,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
The Doors,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Count Five,
Chrome,
Arcadia,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heaven 17,
the Slits,
The Vogues,
Marc Almond,
Pantytec,
Nik Kershaw,
Symarip,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Flag,
X-101,
Franke,
Aaron Thompson,
Rufus Thomas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Althea and Donna,
Joyce Sims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Residents,
Todd Terry,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dead C,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.